Superstarlet A.D.

You'll love this flick if your head doesn't explode while viewing! A thrill ride of black and white images with bursts of exploding reds to tickle your gonads and fondle your funny-bone. Bona-fide freak direcktor/writer: JMM(The Sore Losers, Shine On Sweet Starlet, Teenage Tupelo) and producer/asst. director: Emmy Collins(HeadShot, Jack the Dipper, 'Cept Jim) wallop the viewer once again with a film so convoluted you'll hope it never ends.

Can't hardly wait for their next epic!!

Superstarlet AD brings you visions of a future full of primitive cavemen, Post apocalyptic beauty cults, the search for a historic burlesque film and a lot of topless women. This kinky and utterly bonkers sci-fi musical from Troma defies logic and pumps up the volume to 11. If you want good acting or a coherent story structure, give this one a miss... but if you want women in 50's lingerie holding guns and fighting over the crown, then this skeevy, and extremely funny skin-flick is all you need.

Once again, J Michael McCarthy has delivered a funny, titillating, strangely poignant cinematic comic book vision of the apocalypse. For JMM, this happened in about 1966, and I tend to agree. Superstarlet A.D. is set in Femmephis, where men have reverted to Neanderthals, and the only clothes that were strong enough to survive the apocalypse are vintage womens' undergarments. There are three beauty cults: redheads, blonds, and brunettes who are constantly in a petty, backstabbing war of gossip, snide insults and occasional murder. Except for the Superstarlets, whose members consist of all hair colors. Their mission is to seek out their ancestral stag reels of their grandmothers in the many decaying movie theaters. Everybody hates them, but they love each other.

Even if you don't usually go in for this kind of high-brow sci-fi kind of stuff, Superstarlet's worth it for it's views on American culture. Most of the dialog is actually voice-overs by the Superstarlets. These consist of esoteric essays which philosophize poetically on things that made America great when it was. These internal monologs are way to funny to ever come across as didactic, though. And the sight of beautiful women in vintage bras, panties, stockings, and high heels, carrying machine guns while they explore broken down movie theaters provides more than enough eye candy.

Troma's DVD packaging itself rates about two and a half stars. The movie is presented full frame instead of the slight letterboxing the 16mm footage deserves. There are, however, a short interview from what looks like a public access show, and a news piece on JMM. There are also a photo gallery and a couple of other cast and crew interviews, and a director commentary, where JMM expounds on his motto of : Never get permission, shoot until they make you stop, and deny everything later. Unless it's an easter egg I didn't find, the original teaser film advertised on the package is nowhere to be found, though.

But if you're into truly independent filmmaking, vintage Americana, or hot looking babes, I strongly advise you to check this flick out!

Nothing else was on late at night so I watched this movie. It's got to be the worst movie ever made. The acting is atrocious. The script is incomprehensible and since it's a very low budget movie I will forgive the prop and make-up departments for being "cheesy"; but a low budget shouldn't be an excuse for the lack of storyline. Even if the reason you wanted to watch this movie was to see bare breasted women romping about then the movie will leave you wanting because the only women getting naked were the ones nobody wanted to give a second look at anyway; all the good looking ones kept their clothes on.

If I could give it a minus score I would've. As I said before, I'll excuse the acting, the props, the makeup and even the location shots because the budget was so low; but there just is no excuse for the storyline being so incomprehensible. Even if you try to explain it away as "apocalyptal" or avant-garde it doesn't excuse the fact that this movie is purely BAD.

After a devastating holocaust in the lost city of Femphis, men have evolved into primitives and women have become physically beautiful, armed with heavy artillery, sporting vintage undergarments and carrying film reels of their grandmothers' striptease films over their backs. They have formed gangs on the basis of hair color (blonde, brunette, and redhead) and are at war with each other. Why can't they all just get along?

Offbeat post-apocalyptic romp (from Troma) boasts some style and humor as well as beautiful women, but writer/director John Michael McCarthy doesn't know what to do with the women. With most of the film shot in black and white, how can you tell a brunette from a redhead?

My evaluation: ** out of ****